His black skin held tight The red blood that pumped life, Until she cut him. Her pale complexion Always hid the red blood, Until she was shamed. Her ancient ancestry Stayed in her red blood, Until the city stole her innocence. Kneeling in prayer Red blood sang through his body, Until hatred ended his life. Our naked desires Our blood red insides Our loves and fears The vessel matters not The souls are all alike. The heart pumps the same - Red blood.

Do you like
this Dutton man?
I do not like him,
No way ma’am.
I do not like
this Dutton man.

Would you like him
Here or there?
I would not like him
Here or there.
I would not like him
Anywhere.
I do not like
This Dutton man
I do not like him,
No way ma’am

Would you like him
In a house?
Would you like him
With a mouse?

I do not like him
In a house.
I do not like him
With a mouse.
I do not like him
Here or there.
I do not like him
Anywhere.
I do not like this Dutton man.
I do not like him, no way ma’am.

I would not, like him anywhere.
Not in a car! Or on the sea.
I do not like him on TV.
I do not like him as he speaks.
I do not like him and his lies.
I do not like him here or there.
I do not like him anywhere.
I do not like this Dutton man!
I do not like him, no way ma’am.
He could not, would not, on a boat.
He will not, will not, give out help.
He will not treat them in the rain.
He will not treat them in their pain.
Not in the dark! Not out at sea!
Not in a car! He’ll let them be!
I do not like him as my boss.
I do not like him, he is a toss.
I will not have him in my house.
I will not trust him with a mouse.
I will not trust him here or there.
I will not trust him anywhere!